Remembering you, my soul is troubled.

Tears in my eyes, I look to the stars.

The snow is falling in my soul, cold and serene.

And the pain in my heart burns, day after day, the same.

Memories are like a movie, moving forward.

The autumn park will cover us with its leaves.

Memory is like a flower that will never die.

In the night, I whisper to you: "How is this possible, my dear?"

Autumn cries after, takes away the days like the wind.

And rustling leaves, in an unknown plot.

Time will slip away, but you are in my soul the light.

In spite of years, I will not forget you.

Memories, like a film, go forward,

Us the park autumn, leaves will cover.

Memory – like a flower that will not freeze,

In the night I whisper to you: "How is it, dear?"